South Branch intelligencer. [volume] (Romney, Va. [W. Va.]) 1830-1896, 1887-11-04

found chink somewhere in the oflcI
window, was blowing directly upon tn,
back Of Father Dcane's head, sending
keen darts through it in every direction
'Ncnsense!" growled the old gentle
man fiercely; "you are both too young
Neither of you know your own mind.
yet"
''wc are willing TO wait if that h.
your WISH" replied Charley. az onl,
wanted your consent that it might take
place some time"
'Tll not consent to anything. Nevc,
did believe in long engagements. Wher
you are both older than you arc now IL
consider the matter, not before. Good
morning, SIR"
Poor Charley he had always supposed
that Mr.. Deane was rather partial &c
him. Poor Charley who went out il
state Of sore perplexity, wondering
what in the world he could have done &c
so offend Mr.. Deane. Poor Charley
who suddenly walked up to the fact that
it was horrid morning in particular
and most dismal world in general.
We may scott abort it as much ms We
please, but variable weather is a blessed
thing sometimes, especially when i,
changes for TIC better
Father Deane always lunched ut q
restaurant, dining at home after office
hours. Now, it so happened that the
wind took sudden turn and by the time
he went out for his lunch there was the
gcntiest of breezes from the south with
good hot sun, which, shining down upon
his head and back, did wonders for the
neuralgia and rheumatism. Then, at
the restaurant whom should he meet but
an old friend from New York, who said:
why, Deanc, don't believe you look
day older than you did ten years ago. 4"
While man may despise ordinary
compliments, l am inclined to think
he would find such greeting preferable
to why, how old and gray you've
grown!'
Meeting thus pleasantly, the friends
prolonged the lunch as long rs possible
and walked back rs far rs the office door
together.
As soon as ever he had parted from
his friend and stepped inside the
office, Father Deane thought of Charley
81 declared he said to himself. 'Tm
afraid was little hasty this morning.
Let me see; no, it can't be; yes, that's
so, as true rs I'm alive Charley Traver
must be twenty-thrce or four; has a
good business too. AS for little Winnie
well, well, well. / suppose It's got
to come some time. Charley said he'd
wait awhile. He bore it better, too,
than should if I'd been in his shoes.
But dare say he's horribly vexed at
me; wouldn't blame bin bit, either, if
he were. / must have Winnie apologize
for me, she'll make it all right. / can
keep my word too. Lucky for me that l
put that in; l hate to go back on my
word. OF course they will both be older
than they were this morning. 1 must
have been good deal out of sorts to
have acted that way, always did like
Charley"
Meanwhile mother Deanc had cxcrtcd
herself to cure the cooks toothache.
and, having succeeded after time, her
patient, in her gratitude, did her very
best in the matter of a dinner of which
it may be said that after Father Deane
had done ample justice to it, he was en-
tirely his jolly, good natured self again.
And when anxious Winnie perched her
self on his knee TO whisper, "Did
Charley come to the Office this morning"
he kissed her blushing checks and said
a little confusedly, Eyes, dear; but L
was somewhat out of sorts and shouldn't
wonder if | answered the poor fellow
rather shortly. When he calls YOU can
explain it to him and tell him | said it
was all right il he'd wait couple of
years before taking you away. j can't
lose you just yet" this with another
kiss, "but don't know of any one I'd
rather have for a son-in-law than Charley
Traver."
very downcast, discon solate- looking
person was the Charley who came an
hour later. But, when Winnie had ex-
planned and delivered her fathers mes
sage he laughed with n sudden elevation
of spirits. Its all right now" he de-
clared, "but did feel most awfullv cut
up over it." However, like q wise
young man, he refrained from entering
into further particulars of the interview
in her fathers office While within,
with loving hearts, the two sat planning
the beautiful future they were to spend
together, outside, among the shorn
branches Of the one evergreen by the
parlor window, the wind, no longer a
mischievous east wind, but the sweetest
Of southern breczes-was softly whis-
pcring. But neither Of the two listened
to it for they did not know how it had
mixed itself up with the days doings,
nor how closely the happy outcome of it
all was interviewer with the tickle ca
price Of an idle shifting wind. -[ Chi
cago Current.